Greg was another matter entirely.Although Greg knew and approved of my puberty conditioning routine, and knew John had actually part-way entered me, h...e would not approve of me having humping, pumping, ball-busting, rock-'em sock-em', juicy-Lucy sex with any of his sons. As for me having a tit for tat on-going sexual relationship with our youngest boy - forget it. He'd go through the roof. He'd rant and rave, punch a wall, threaten, pout, then plead in that order. He wouldn't divorce me, and he. .at some time, boring.But we loved each other deeply and was kind of ok with a quite absent sex life. But, as I man, I had quite a lot of "drive", and I really tried to spark thing sup, but mostly is was ending...into nothing.The years went by, jobs, cars, house, dog, no c***dren, traveled the world, been there, done that...all except a good sex life.....And as nature goes, my libido fell, and my wifes increased....or, more directly said, went sky high! And she startet to "demand" sex, but I. I knew I would be the one punished if I said anything so I just endured his stupid comments. However, I didn't sleep very well that night knowing what shame and embarrassment tomorrow would bring.When I woke up that Saturday morning I felt sick to my stomach knowing what was in store for me. I couldn't decide if it was worse to get dressed into one of the casual outfits mom bought yesterday or to stay in my stupid nightie. I decided the nightie was worse so I put on a pair of pink shorts and a. Once inside with the light on, I helped her to the toilet and said “You think you can manage from here?”She leaned on the side of the sink and started to work the top button on her skirt. The fly was three buttons and I could see that she didn’t have the dexterity needed to undo just one let alone all three. “Screw it!” she said and tried to reach up under her skirt to move her undies. That turned out to be a difficult task for a drunk girl to. Finally, she looked up at me and said “Kate, you.